Chapter 23

Evan

I decided to take the morning off. Not just from work but from all my obligations. I woke up and hit the gym, but after that, I planned on staying at home and hiding from everything outside the front door. I had, for once in my life, become slightly stressed out. Even when Susan Reynolds had gone off on me, I’d remained calm, even though I was angry.

Serious stress was a new feeling for me. It started when Piper showed up at my hotel suite. She couldn’t have taken things worse if she’d tried. She exploded with accusations that were unjust, to say the least. She had caught me at the hotel quite by accident and just seeing me there made her mad. She assumed I was either with a client or about to meet a client. What a mess.

I finished an extra-long session in the gym, showered, and changed into something relaxing for the day. I walked to the living room and placed my feet on the coffee table. I breathed deeply and began to relax my whole body. I blanked my mind and bathed in the quietness of my home. Everything was silent, not even the noise of the wind came through the window.

Suddenly there was a knock at my door. No one knew I’d stayed home today. I’d told no one where I was. I got to my feet and walked to the front door. I glanced through the peephole. Piper stood on the other side with her back to me.

I opened the door, and she turned around. The all apologetic version of Piper.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked.

“The same reason I knew you were at the hotel suite yesterday,” she said. “You’re easy to track down. Here, work, or the hotel. Where else do you go?”

“Well, that just goes to show you, I’m a real creature of habit,” I replied.

“Are you going to talk to me here all day?” she asked.

“I suppose you better come in,” I said, smiling.

Piper moved into the entrance hall, carrying a small brown paper bag.

“What’s with the bag?” I asked

“I come bearing gifts,” she said.

Piper smiled at me and held her arms outstretched.

“I wanted to say ‘sorry’ for everything that went on yesterday, and this is what came to mind,” she said, grinning.

“You shouldn’t have gone through the trouble,” I replied.

I took the bag from her. I unrolled the top and peered inside. A sweet smell wafted from the bag as I looked inside. It was full of cookies.

“I baked them myself,” she said.

I didn’t eat cookies because they were bad for the body, too many calories and sugars. I wondered if she would understand. Probably not. She had gone through the effort to bake them, so I should at least pretend I intended to eat them.

“Honestly, you didn’t need to go through all this trouble just to apologize,” I said.

“I know, but it was nothing. Have you realized what they are? Do they bring back any memories?” Piper watched my face expectantly.

“Of course, I know,” I said, smiling. “These are the same cookies you baked for me after my first basketball game in high school. And that was the night we got together. We sneaked our first kiss under the bleachers.”

“Come on, try one. I want to know if they taste the same as before.”

I patted my stomach. “I’ve just come from the gym. I’ll get stomach cramps. I’ll just put them in the kitchen, and I’ll have one later with some milk.”

I hadn’t eaten cookies in years, and at first, I had no intention of eating them. Then I remembered how good they tasted when I was a kid. I would think about trying them. Maybe one per day.

I returned from the kitchen. Yesterday had not been all Piper’sfault. I was also to blame for some of the ranting and raving that had gone on. I could have conducted myself slightly better than I did, and I felt slightly guilty for my rash behavior.

“You’ve apologized,” I said. “I think it’s only right that I say, ‘I’m sorry,’ too. I shouldn’t have yelled the way I did. That was wrong of me.”

“That’s big of you, Evan.”

“I was too hard on you. I just think it was a rough day for both of us.”

“Yes, it was.”

“I forgot you’re no longer the teenage girl I used to know. You’re a grown woman, now. I just had that image in my mind from all those years ago.”

“You know, I still like it when you think of me like that,” she said. “It shows you remember what we had and how it all started.”

“I’ll never forget,” I said. “Those images are burned into my brain forever.”

My mind wandered as we chatted. I thought of all the women I’d slept with as the Baby Maker. Each time I’d come, it had been Piper I was thinking of. No other woman had made me come by herself. The image was, and always would be, of the woman who sat before me. These women were basically just a body that I attached Piper’s picture to. At the end of the day, they meant nothing to me and did nothing for me. Not emotionally.

Piper. It was always her, always had been, and always would be. I wanted to tell her that it had been her from that very first moment that we had met. From the first moment we kissed, and the first moment we made love. All my first moments had been with Piper.

I wanted to tell her so much. She had been the one who made me come over and over again. And the more I thought about it, the hotter I became. We were at home, and we were alone. I wanted her. I leaned closer to her and brushed her hair from her face. I placed my lips onto hers. The warmth from her kiss flooded into me. I was instantly swept away and the trouble of the previous day just vanished.

I pulled her close and wrapped my arms around her. The warmth of her body flowed through my grasp. Piper melted under my embrace, like she always had. She just succumbed to me when I held her. She went all soft and girly. She was meant to be mine.

I felt a vibration in my pant pocket. I had received a text message on my cell phone. Piper froze when she heard the sound. She gazed into my eyes.

“Sorry, it may be important,” I said. “I have to check.”

I reached into my pocket and took out my phone. I glanced at the message. Piper stared at my face for a reaction.

“You have nothing to worry about,” I said.

It can wait. Nothing urgent.

“I’m with you now, and that’s all that matters,” I whispered in her ear. “All the rest is irrelevant.”

I pulled Piper close again and kissed her. Our tongues twirled, and our embrace lingered.

“Evan, my cycle is over,” she cooed. “I want you to take me.”

Piper wanted me immediately. She was not wasting time. Her cycle had finished, and she wanted to take full advantage of the time with me. I could not agree with her more. I wanted to be with her as much as possible. We should get started as soon as possible, and make every second count.

I pulled the zipper on Piper’s jacket, revealing the pink blouse that she wore. Her heaving bosom strained the buttons. I slowly slid my hands onto Piper’s shoulders. I lifted her jacket, and she raised her arms. I slowly slid my hands back, and her jacket slipped to the floor.

I ran my fingers across her blouse, teasing her. Her nipples hardened. I smiled into her eyes and leaned toward her. I brushed her hair over her shoulder and placed my lips on her creamy neck. I kissed her soft skin. Piper warmed to me and leaned forward. Her large breasts pushed against my chest. I was in my own personal heaven.

I ran my fingers down her back. She sighed, and I felt her warm breath on my face.

“Evan, I want you to take me,” she said. “Let’s not waste any more time. Each moment is unique.”

“Moments with you have always been special to me,” I replied, lovingly.

“You have no idea,” she murmured, breathlessly. “They mean the world to me, too. They always have. Can we have all day?”

“Yes, all day,” I groaned. “I have nothing to do.”

“That makes two of us,” she said.

I gazed into her sexy eyes and offered her my gentlemanly hand.

“Shall we?” I asked.

“Yes, please,” she said, her voice thick with desire.

Piper reached out to me with both hands. I grabbed hold and clasped my hands around hers. I gently pulled her to her feet.

“Do you want to walk? Or would you like a ride?”

“I would love a ride,” she said, smiling. “It’s such a long way to your bed.”

“Your carriage awaits, my queen.”

I placed my arm around her back and kissed her on the lips. Piper leaned back, and I put my arm under her legs. I scooped her into my arms and slowly made my way to the stairs.

“I could get used to this,” she said.

Piper held my neck and kissed me softly on the cheek. Her warm lips sent shocks flooding through my entire body. The closeness of our bodies sent arousal pulsing through me. We hadn’t had sex since her cycle started. I would be full of fresh, potent semen. Today could be the day and the start of something special. Something wonderful.

I stepped slowly up the stairs. The moment got closer. A new beginning. A new cycle of life. Her body was ready, and now it was time for me to perform. I walked down the hallway and kicked open the bedroom door. I flicked my heel, and the door slammed closed behind us. Mid-morning sunlight bathed the room, and fine speckles of dust glittered as they floated in the air. It was like heaven was sprinkling us with magic dust. I stepped across the bedroom floor. The crisp sheets of the bed beckoned us. They wanted to be part of this glorious day. They would embrace our lovemaking and provide the foundation that would fulfill Piper’s dream. I had the same dream when I was younger, and now both of our dreams could be realized in the same sensual moment.

I placed her at the foot of the bed and kissed her bare skin. I felt the warmth of her neck under my lips. I popped open the buttons of her blouse, one by one.

“This time,” I said, firmly.

“This time, what?” she asked.

I looked into her eyes. “This is when the magic happens.”

“Our magic!”